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Brooklyn N.Y.
Tuesday – Oct. 27th, ‘25
Dear Bill:
My hair almost stood on end with suprise [sic]; what! a letter from Bill? I could scarcely believe it, but it was even more welcome than I express, and I hope you keep up the lively work and let me hear from you again – and often.
I have been back in town for about two weeks now, looking around for a job for the winter. This is the pleasantest time of the year in New York, but I was worry to have to leave the fields and woods and my cosy [sic] friends, Sue and Bill, and their delightful abode with open fireplaces, cider and free life. There are only about two places in America (sifting them all down) where I care to live. One of them is here, back in the room I told you about, overlooking the terrific N.Y. skyline, bay, etc. and the other is out there near Patterson, N.Y. in the lower valleys of the Berkshires. And even though I haven’t a cent now and am on other’s charity, it feels good to know that I have secured 20 acres out there for my very own. On top of a hill with a wonderful view over two valleys, and mostly covered with splendid woodland, etc. Next spring I plan to go back there and put up a small cabin. From that time onward, even though I may have to live elsewhere for my living, I’ll at least feel that I have “headquarters” -- a place to keep my books and pictures without worrying about land-lords and rent and moving, and a place to come to – no matter how poor I am – to think, read and create. For it costs almost nothing to live there if you have your own garden.
